In our midst....

Standing tall, in our midst........
Standing tall, in our midst, are the thieves of our piece of mind. For it is out of their mouths that come the symptom of what afflicts us. Spawning freely out from their lips a hopeful undoing. To rise as they long onto the backs of those who yield. I...do not. Flame in heart and vengeful gaze I step out bold and defiant. Few words I utter as this blade I let fly. Though many and cunning, all at once halted by their lies. For stands one that knows these untruths that they speak. The darkness held inside. And so they fall. Crushed beneath the weight of the burdens that they hold. Undone are they all by a whisper of what is. They advanced as giants retreating quickly..... exposed. And so small they were that I...standing tall in their midst and as guilty as they, on their backs I did tread. And take the glass of time in my hand. So burn the sands of time to glass. With this great hammer, shatter the past. Turn these stones to butterflies..........make stars out of all my lies....and with this fire purge away the wrongs I hide inside.